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Fighting Chance

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[Intro – Soft piano + determined rasp] Yeah… if it comes… We gon’ fight it… [Verse 1] Twitch in the corner, just a little thing But the mind starts wondering what the future might bring Late night thoughts about faces I might forget Names and moments slipping, yeah that scares me to death But I’ve been building something, one song at a time Melodies and memories wrapped up in rhyme Every track we make, every note that we lay Is another brick in the wall we build today [Pre-Chorus] We may not cure it… but we can sure as hell fight… [Chorus] This is our fighting chance, when the fog rolls in These songs are my weapons, let the music begin Every chorus, every verse, every beat in my chest Is a memory I’m saving, doing my very best We may not stop it… but we’ll slow it down Turn the fear into fire, turn the loss around If dementia comes knocking, I’ll meet it with a song This is our fighting chance… and I’m still going strong [Verse 2] Matty hit me with that voice note, voice full of concern Talking bout the twitch and the things we might learn We don’t wish it on nobody, we just pray it away But if it shows up one day… we ain’t going out that way We’ll play these songs loud when the memories fade Sing ‘em back to life on the bad days Every silly joke, every love song we made Becomes a map back home when the path starts to break [Bridge – Raw build into full gospel swell] I’m not a doctor… I’m just a dad with a voice But if music can reach where the medicine can’t rejoice Then every track we drop is a middle finger high To the dark that tries to steal what’s mine [Final Chorus – Big, anthemic with choir] This is our fighting chance, when the fog rolls in These songs are my weapons, let the music begin Every chorus, every verse, every heartbeat I got Is proof that I’m here… and I’m not giving up We may not cure it… but damn we’ll fight Hold on to the light with everything in sight If the memories start slipping, I’ll sing ‘em back home This is our fighting chance… we’re not alone [Outro – Softer, determined] Yeah… we’re not alone… Play it loud, Matty… We got a fighting chance.